The Sun’s Sacrifice

The orange sun sets,
Kissing the oceans edge,
Calming it’s unsettled waves,
Healing it’s lonely tears,
Warming it’s cold heart.
It’s not without sacrifice,
That the sun soothes the ocean so,
For she is swallowed up each night,
Taken from her place in the sky,
And drowned in the sea’s misery,
Until a new day,
When she can rise,
and shine again.

– C.A. Sullivan

The Cottage

The cottage stood all alone,
Collecting dust and leaves.
Weathered by the elements,
Forgotten and left behind.
The air here used to be warm,
Bursting with the scent of vanilla,
Sweet like cinnamon sugar,
Sparkling with magic.
Now all that fills its rooms,
Is the sting of heartbreak,
Of a love long lost.
It’s despair whispers
through the empty rooms,
Cutting through the air,
Like the sharp edge of a knife,
Landing on the hearts of its victims.
The doors close,
Trapping me inside.
Forever lost.

– C.A. Sullivan


Red's Wings

The name’s Red. I had a real name once, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I flew down to this hellhole called Earth via wings. That’s right, wings. Ya see, I’m an angel. Don’t look like much now do I? Well, that doesn’t make a difference.

I was sent here to fight a war on demons until I fell in love with a human. I gave up my wings to be with him. But the demons had another idea. They killed him, took him from me knowing I could never return to heaven and knowing that without him, I wouldn’t want to stay on Earth.

They hunt me and terrorize me. But I’m a fighter. After all, my mission here was to kill them and kill them I will. Every last one of ’em. Righteousness may not be my saving grace but I wanted this human life so I’ll be damned if I let these monsters take me, literally.

C.A. Sullivan


Love demands everything
and wants nothing.
It grows powerful
but makes one powerless.
Love conquers all
and destroys some.
It repairs broken hearts
but causes heartbreak.
Love feels strong
and is felt by the weak.
Love builds slowly
but it can be taken away quickly.
Who are we without love?
Empty reflections of our true selves.
Love is a necessity 
and emptiness is a heavy burden to carry.

- C.A Sullivan

Night Love

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When night falls,
our hearts touch.
Speech becomes absent.
I stand before you,
yours for the taking.
The best of friends,
the most passionate of lovers,
such a whirlwind is our love.
As the night fades, 
the magic lifts,
and I find myself alone.
Until the next time,
we meet again,
in the deepest part,
of my most divine dreams.

C.A. Sullivan